Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cambodia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sällskapet to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Pole. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
Eli Mardock,
UT,
Shoche,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Negative Approach,
Bluetip,
The Young Rascals,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
Rites of Spring,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Barrington Levy,
JFA,
Easy Going,
Graham Central Station,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cowsills,
K-Klass,
Neu!,
Donald Byrd,
Parry Music,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Litter,
The American Breed,
Zero Boys,
The Motions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Qualms,
Interpol,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Agitation Free,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Maleditus Sound,
Gerry Rafferty,
Suicide,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
One Last Wish,
Andrew Hill,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scion,
EPMD,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cheater Slicks,
48th St. Collective,
Livin' Joy,
The Grass Roots,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.